Lissabon
Enthousiasm easily wears out. Chocolate turns pale. Flowers loose their petals. And then the wind comes, a wiping hand or the next day. My stay at Lissabon could have easily gone sinking. But it didn't.
One thing is that memories always wait for you. They grow like an invisible skin to the streets you walked, the houses you looked at, the perfumes you smelled. It even covers the sunlight on the roofs, the blossoming trees, or the man at the other side of the street who appeared in his window, long ago to water the geraniums. On a little screen in his room under the roof I could see red shirts, a game by Benfica.
I walked streets with Luis Costa, that I had walked years before with M. The experience was quite different. The little angels of love had wandered to another country; one of their feathers still causing me to sneeze.
We had some firm conversations Luis and I. One of those rare occasions that I didn't find intelectualism boring, but discovered them to be a fine way to pass the afternoon. We found the Ganges, and of course talked about Pessao, and maybe the highlight being the firewater we had in a bar in this shadowy street.
Which is not the street on the picture. This is somebody else's memory: Texas Bar
One thing is that memories always wait for you. They grow like an invisible skin to the streets you walked, the houses you looked at, the perfumes you smelled. It even covers the sunlight on the roofs, the blossoming trees, or the man at the other side of the street who appeared in his window, long ago to water the geraniums. On a little screen in his room under the roof I could see red shirts, a game by Benfica.
I walked streets with Luis Costa, that I had walked years before with M. The experience was quite different. The little angels of love had wandered to another country; one of their feathers still causing me to sneeze.
We had some firm conversations Luis and I. One of those rare occasions that I didn't find intelectualism boring, but discovered them to be a fine way to pass the afternoon. We found the Ganges, and of course talked about Pessao, and maybe the highlight being the firewater we had in a bar in this shadowy street.
Which is not the street on the picture. This is somebody else's memory: Texas Bar
St. Anthony's spell
absence of human breath in Lisbon, Texas